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So tonight Matt and I went to the shops for some essentials like milk and butter. And two new big boxes of anti-viral facial tissue.

Yes, the illness in me is still ravaging my body and today was on higher ground, beating my poorly white blood cells into embarrassing submission. Still, I live in hope of one day being able to breathe freely again without one nostril being blocked. And what's that whole thing about?! I mean, one side is blocked and then the next day it's the opposite side. What's up with that?

Anyway, I've been trying to stay away from drugs simply because any cold medicine I have tends to make me drowsy and work and drowsiness don't tend to go together. Tonight I caved in, though. I took some of my favorite cold medicine: Nyquil. The green kind. So with any luck in an hour and half or so I'll be blissfully unconscious in bed for the night.

Dinner didn't sound good to me. I just wasn't hungry, so as I write I'm also suckling a small Jamba with an immunity boost addition. Hopefully the zinc and vitamin C in that boost will help my white blood cells win the war. And with the winning of the war will come free passageways to breathe and the blissful ability to hear once more.

But what am I doing? I should be explaining my week to you so you know how and why I came to be in my present state.

Sunday - Church. Naturally. Afterwards, the family at the house. And laundry. Also a two and half hour nap from whence I awake groggy and fuzzy. Sore throat all day.

Monday - Matt works from home. Matt wakes me up at half past seven to email my people at work that I wouldn't be in. Matt knew I wasn't feeling well. I mean, to be honest it's normally hard to wake me up anyway when I'm well, but it took him a REALLY long time to get me up Monday morning.

I email my people at work that I won't be in. I go back to bed. I sleep until noon. All said and told between Sunday's nap and Sunday night to Monday noon, I sleep about seventeen hours.

Tuesday - The last day of the month. That means it's billing day at work. I force myself to go in because it's the first time since July that we've been able to generate any kind of revenue. I work a full day and am non-stop from start to finish.

Wednesday - The glorious first day of the best month of the year. I love October. Again, I force myself to get up and get dressed. I stumble into work looking like death warmed over and served up on a nice whole grain Triscuit. Boss is in, takes half a migraine pill because of a bad headache. Boss goes home at 11am, leaving me to cover the rest of the day.

In honesty, I'm alright with that, really. I tend to like it when the boss is out.

More billing for different things.

Thursday - Get up late. Feel as though I could do another seventeen hour 'nap' but drag my disease-ridden arse to work anyway. Do accounting work for a school-based program. Spend the entire morning crunching numbers. Shortly after noon, Kathleen stops by with some billing sheets for me. Kathleen is a new behavioral therapist. Kathleen is a doll and I enjoy working with her already.

One o'clock rolls around and I ask the boss if there's anything else pressing that absolutely needs to get done today. I'm informed that there's not. I in turn inform that I'm leaving for the day. I'm again informed that it's my 'job' to be at work tomorrow and Monday because the boss is off on vacation. I absolutely have to be in.

That's been my week so far. Granted, I understand the boss wanting me to be in the office when she's gone. It makes some degree of sense, but what gets me is that I feel as though my current state of being is just being brushed aside. I should have stayed home Tuesday as well, but my stupid dedication didn't win out in the weighing of good judgment and a sense of duty. Anyway, I'm just the slightest bit peeved by the way I was told I HAD to be in work.

Still, my week has been full of some good perks. Daphne's opened and I've luncheon-ed there a couple times already. Chipotle did a soft opening, but officially opens tomorrow. And to give you an idea of what Chipotle's consumer/fan base is like, the line for it tonight as of 8pm was wrapped around the building to PetCo. Yeah. Kind of intimidating.

Another perk is this Jamba I'm having. It's muy delicioso. I'm approving of it big time. Matt made himself a daiquiri from scratch and is enjoying that. He learned how to make simple syrup for it. I'm currently wondering how good Nyquil green will do me in comparison to a few shots of tequila. I suppose with tequila I'd be really warm afterwards and I'm not necessarily up for that. Besides, I'm strongly opposed to mixing drinks and medicine. And I thought of taking the medicine first. I should think more carefully next time.

I started blogging last night, but lost interest. I was thinking about facts that remain true. One of them being that my husband is undoubtedly the sexiest man alive. But then I got to thinking of how good Matt is to me. Especially since I've been so sick this week. He really is a wonderful man. And I love him dearly.

Oh. And this one last thing before I sign off and think about perhaps showering. The fact remains that Arrested Development gets funnier each time I see it.

- A